"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Sunday, July 27, 2014

The First Rainy Night


From the first rainy night in Killarney

(You have been)

A faithful friend

And sometimes lover

A presence in my life

Whenever I feel invisible

You have made me visible

(From the first rainy night)

More than on my skin

You are etched into my heart



 

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Saturday, July 26, 2014

If I...


 

If I...

Told the truth

Who would care


Who wipes the tears

In the night

Without sleep

 

 

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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

I Want To Run...

 

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